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My giggles dried up as I watched him dress in a three-piece suit that had to have been custom-made for his muscular body. As amazing as he looked naked, he was somehow even sexier when he dressed in his designer armor for court. It made me want to jump his bones, but I kept my reaction to myself so that I didn’t really end up making him late.

He grabbed something from his closet and tossed it onto the bed, then came to stand in front of me. After bending down and kissing me senseless, he jerked his chin to what turned out to be his cut. “Wear that today.”

“Why?” I asked curiously. Wasn’t it a big deal for MC guys to have a woman wear their vest?

“So everyone knows you’re mine.”

He kissed me one more time, then reluctantly walked away.

The sight of him walking out the door was just as good, so I fanned myself with my hand before getting up to start my day. One that would be much less fun since I couldn’t spend it with Eli.

8

ASH

Iloved being a lawyer. I’d known it was my calling since I was ten and watched a show that starred a lawyer, and in the episode, he was in court. He’d wiped the floor with the prosecution and charmed the jury—had them practically eating out of the palm of his hand.

It might also have helped that the man being prosecuted was a corrupt politician.

I’d never regretted my decision until the moment I had to leave Nora in my bed, naked and sexy as hell with her adorable bedhead and perfect tits.

King and Blaze were in my office when I stomped inside, scowling.

“Sorry to take you away from your woman.” Blaze’s apology was clear in his voice. He was married and as obsessed with his wife as I was with Nora, so I knew he understood how shitty this situation was.

I nodded and held my hand out for the files he was holding. Taking them with me, I sat in the chair behind my desk and began to scan them.

“Where is Francesca?” I asked, referring to Isabella DeSantis, the lead lawyer on the legal team that handled their mafia shit.

“Her grandfather is sick,” Blaze explained. “They’re pretty sure this is it, so she went back to North Carolina.”

It was hard to be pissed at her when she was taking care of her family. But I could still be plenty mad at Rafa.

“And the rest of the fucking army of lawyers they have working for them?” After just reading through a few pages, I knew the answer but asked the question anyway.

“This was top priority. They didn’t trust anyone but Isabella to handle it.”

I nodded and kept flipping pages, familiarizing myself with the case. Francesca had been valedictorian at Yale for her undergrad and graduatedsumma cum laudefrom Harvard Law. Her GPA had been almost as high as mine when I’d graduated.

Considering I was stepping in to fill her shoes at the last minute, it was also a good thing I had one more step up on her. I had an eidetic memory.

“Rafa will meet you at the courthouse with the client two hours before court so you can talk with him,” King instructed.

I took a little more time to familiarize myself with the case details, then packed a briefcase and headed out. Since I’d ridden my bike, I needed a ride back to my house to grab my car—the Mercedes I drove when I had business at the courthouse.

Cross was coming out of the kitchen as I entered the lounge. Perfect.

He always had at least one of the cars he was restoring in the garage at the clubhouse. “Yo. You got a working car here?”

“It runs,” he replied with a chuckle.

“I need a ride back to my house.”

“Sure.”

“Thanks. And can you have a couple of prospects grab Nora’s car from work and bring it here?”

“Can do.”

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